Out of This – Ilana Charnelle

Ooh, young like James Dean
He’s got the bluest eyes that I’ve ever seen
Elbows on knees
Always shuffling like he’s got some place to be
Each time we meet
I’m reminded of your electricity
Even if brief
Oh, one hell of a mistake it’d be

Just one glance at him has got me falling
Like I’m speeding off a cliff
And he don’t notice as he keeps on talking
How my hands are clenched in fists
Gotta fight myself right out of this

Ooh, I hold my breath and in I dive
Sometimes you gotta drown to feel alive
He’s sweet and shy
As he tells me I’m too late
But thanks, good try
And I smile, and I wave
As I watch another close
Coz I’ve lost count of all the doors
That have been slammed right on my nose

Just one glance at him has got me falling
Like I’m speeding off a cliff
And he don’t notice as he keeps on talking
How my hands are clenched in fists
Gotta fight myself right out of this

Ooh, not long before
He asked me if I’d found a love to keep me warm
Always surprised when I say no
Been trying, but seems no one’s coming forward
But hey, it’s fine
I mean, I’ll live
Just hope one day I’ll get as good as I give

Just one glance at him has got me falling
Like I’m speeding off a cliff
And he don’t notice as he keeps on talking
How my hands are clenched in fists
Gotta fight myself right out
Gotta fight myself right out
Gotta fight myself right out of this